Harder Than It Should Be

Me and You, We aren't meant to be, but I don't care right now.

Your birthday present 

sits untouched 

in a corner of my room

Your ever rippling eyes

are still hard set on my face

in my dreams

but our destiny

quivers and writhes

away from us

as if we, 

as if the sheer idea of us,

is but a disease,

a lost cause,

a cold cancer,

to only breed the insanity 

we have already incubated

within ourselves, 

please, 

why can't I have this one thing?

but then I remember,

I deserve absolutely nothing

of all I have already received

is more

than I could ever be worthy

He showers me with only Good,

only Good.

My gratitude

convulses

at these thoughts of betrayal,

these dreams

of stupidity,

yet somehow.

I can't let go

of this leaking balloon,

of his beautiful eyes,

of us,

of me,

of you.

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[C. Lee Battaglia]

as if the sheer idea of us,
is but a disease,
a lost cause,
a cold cancer,
to only breed the insanity
we have already incubated"

I am so glad that I came across your poem!
This was such a profound poem that really touched me.
You are an extremely talented writer/author.
Your writing is incredible!
If you want to, could you read my story, "the blonde girl," you don't have to if you don't want to, I just felt like I should share it with you.

Your friend,

C. Lee Battaglia